Quotes About Absence

You don't realize how much a dog's presence defines the contours of your home until, in its absence, the walls seem to relocate themselves.

I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

With her high pale brow under her faded brown hair, she was like a rock washed clean by years of her husband's absences at conventions, dinners, committee meetings or simply at the office.

But he never came.

Hey, Ernessa, where the fuck are you?

The answer is not coming. I have to find an arbitrary point inside the spell of waiting, the open absence, and tear myself away. Leave, with no answer. Move on to the next question.

Where people are gone the night falls upward, black and unmanned.

Must every action—every word and thought—recall Alena? Swimming, currents, beaches, exhibitions, artists, parties. How long until my bodily presence had half the substance her absence did?

Présente je vous fuis; absente, je vous trouve; Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit

She felt like the crushed petals of a violet, dark and limp. No, no, no. She bit her knuckle until she tasted blood. Cy was gone.

In Major Sands the intelligence was absent; but like most men in his case he was not aware of it.

Quiero quedar a solas con la ausente.

It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.

John states a very important principle: it is neither the presence nor the absence of things that indicate true detachment, but rather, the interior freedom of heart that puts its trust not in things—possessing or keeping what we already have, or longing for what we don't have—but rather in the Father's care.

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, said she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he.

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, whispered she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he."

The surest signs of spiritual progress are a lack of concern about spiritual progress and an absence of anxiety about liberation.

**(c)(p) PEOPLE LOVE TO ASK-WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? THIS QUESTION OF MORTALITY SEEMS SO PREVALENT IN THESE LATTER DAYS. SO I ASK-WHAT IS DYING? ITS NOTHING MORE THAN JUST LEAVING AN EMPTY SPACE-WHICH MAY/MAY NOT BE FILLED, EVER. THERE IS A VOID WHICH FOLLOWS EVERY BEING. ITS THE ABSENCE OF YOUR BEING-NOT BEING HERE-IN THE PASSAGE OF TIME. IT BECOMES THE ABSENCE OF TIME ITSELF WHICH NO MORTAL HAS CONTROL OVER.

And when Rambo whispered to me, assuring me of my nearest death, I was relieved at my parents' absence, for my death like all death should be a death and an end- no memory, no photograph, no stories and no mother's tears. In death everything should cease. All else is nothing but human vanity and make-believe.

Goodbye don't mean gone.

I seem to enjoy telling stories with a central absence, with a lacuna tunnelled into them.

Most of my childhood, my father was hardly around.

My childhood was defined by my father's absence. His presence looms so large. Up until the age of 18, he was a superstar for me.

My lungs are thick with the smoke of your absence.